Always shameful when such a nice quill had been broken. Earlier that month, a gift from his mother had stopped working, maybe the enchantment wears off, or maybe it is just old. Anyways, while Richard was in Hogsmeade, he wants to buy a new quill. One for his mother, one for himself. He wants her to know how she has made his life better. What a good time the holidays were for thinking about those around you.

Richard goes to open the door, but he is instead greeted by the shriekings of a young woman. She looks very frantic, or nervous. Richard raises and eyebrow at the young woman. "Are you alright, miss?" he thought it polite to ask, as it seems that she is upset about something. Maybe, he thinks, she does not know which quill to choose. Women do have hysteria, he knows. Most he meets are very sensible and do not cry over quills. Richard wonders if it is merely the cold that bothers her.